"Number One is very special. He is different from everyone else. He is the first student in this school." Zhou Tu glanced at the other club members: "In other words, he has a lot to do with the fact that this school has become what it is now."

"When you mentioned the painter, I felt scared for no reason. Just these two words made me tremble with fear." Zhang Ju's body was almost completely dyed red by blood, and his face looked like a melted candle, which looked very scary.

"It's normal to be afraid, because you must have seen him before you turned into a monster. You are one of his works." Zhou Tu inadvertently revealed another secret: "Everything you experienced after entering the door was arranged by the painter, but there was a small accident later."

"How do you know all this? Didn't you just say you didn't know anything about the painter?"

"Because I am just like you. To be precise, except for the painter himself, everyone else is his work!" Zhou Tu said with deep fear: "You, me, Lin Sisi, including Wang Yichen and everyone in this school, we are all the painter's works. From the moment we entered the door, we have been living in the painter's script."

"If it's true as you said, then why did the accident happen to Zhang Ju?" Chen Ge didn't completely believe Zhou Tu. It wasn't that he suspected Zhou Tu was deceiving him, but there were some things Zhou Tu didn't know, such as the existence of Zhang Ya.

It was Zhang Ya who swallowed the doorman of Xicheng Private College, so no matter what the others were like, at least one person in those fourteen scrolls was definitely not the painter's work.

"The painter was careless. He didn't expect someone to make a different choice from him, let alone someone who would betray him right under his nose." Zhou Tu took a deep breath, twisted his neck with difficulty, and looked at Zhang Ju: "You should have heard of the name Chang Wenyu."

"Of course, she betrayed the agreement, took out my left eye, and made me her scapegoat." Zhang Ju had a very bad impression of Chang Wenyu.

"She didn't betray you, but the painter." Zhou Tu's voice became louder, as if he was using his last bit of strength to defend Chang Wenyu: "Chang Wenyu was the second person to enter this school, and the only one who successfully escaped from here!"

"What do you want to say?"

"She told us one thing with her actions. In addition to doing what the painter said, we have other ways to go. We need to obey not the painter, but the real owner of this school." Blue veins popped out on Zhou Tu's neck, and his physical condition was getting worse and worse.

Chen Ge has always been curious about who the owner of the school is. After all, the other party may be a being beyond Hong Yi: "Can you tell me who the real owner of this school is?"

Zhou Tu looked at Chen Ge deeply and said two words: "We."

"us?"

"That's right. All the despair of being bullied formed the foundation of the ghost school. After the young and wandering souls entered the door, they merged into a monster that continued to grow." Zhou Tu pointed at himself and then at the people around him: "We are all in the body of this monster. We are all part of this monster. This place carries our memories. It is both our home and our body."

Chen Ge already understood what Zhou Tu wanted to express. The master of the Psychic Ghost School did not refer to a certain person, but to a kind of will.

The person who pushed the door died, and there was no new person to take on the negative emotions behind the door. The door kept wandering in similar despair, and eventually those desperate regrets began to slowly dominate the door.

Chen Ge suddenly understood why the black phone called this school the psychic ghost school.

The ghost school itself is just a scene, but under the influence of despair and negative emotions, this scene itself has a certain will, so there appears a "door" that has never existed before and can move freely.

All the other doors are pushed open by the desperate and are fixed in a certain place in the bloody world. Only this door will automatically appear next to the desperate.

It became a home for desperate children to escape to, sheltering desperate souls, but on the other hand, it also deprived them of their lives.

"No." Chen Ge suddenly said, "If entering the school means certain death, then how did Chang Wenyu escape from the ghost school? Children who enter this school should have different choices, and each choice corresponds to a result!"

"Although I don't know why you suddenly said this, you are right." Zhou Tu continued with Chen Ge's words: "The school has its own will, and everyone who enters the school has their own choices. Different choices will have different results. Some people will leave the school and start over after experiencing pain and despair; some will merge with despair and become a part of the school; and some will give up everything, forget everything, and close their eyes. They have a lot of choices, at least that's what I heard from Chang Wenyu."

"From what you say, this school is not bad, at least for those desperate kids."

"The will that formed the school was not wrong. The painter was wrong. It changed the rules of the school, cut off the way out, and kept everyone here." Zhou Tu's voice gradually became louder, but his body became weaker and weaker.

"Why would the painter do this?" Zhang Ju was a little confused.

"I don't know what he's thinking. I only know that someone once rebelled against the painter. Chang Wenyu succeeded, but I and others failed." The skinny Zhou Tu leaned on Zhang Ju. "Every time there's a problem in the oil painting studio, the painter will show up. He'll be here soon. If you don't want to lose your memory again and become a mindless happy puppet, you'd better find a way to leave quickly."

"Is it too late to escape now?" Zhang Ju was a little pessimistic. "We are facing a painter. I'm afraid we are not even qualified to be his opponent."

"It's okay." Zhou Tu forced a smile on his pale face, and stretched out his skinny fingers to Chen Ge: "Chang Wenyu is back, I feel a familiar breath from him."

"On my body?" Chen Ge himself was a little surprised: "Are you sure that is Chang Wenyu's scent? Not the scent of another woman?"

"I'm sure." Zhou Tu didn't hear the other meaning in Chen Ge's words and nodded affirmatively.

"I've never seen Chang Wenyu, how could I have her scent on me?" Chen Ge waved his hand.

"Perhaps you have something of hers on you, or maybe you are related to her? Or maybe you are lovers?"

"Stop, don't go on." Chen Ge gritted his teeth and said, "I feel like I've been tricked."

Zhou Tu didn't think it was a big deal that Chen Ge had Chang Wenyu's aura on him. He continued to persuade Chen Ge: "We all forget certain memories. Maybe the secret is hidden in those lost memories. You don't have to worry too much. My intuition has always been accurate."